[ Though "cute" has crawled its way into his mental vocabulary, he looks back down over his shoulder to the trio behind him, one tilting its head at the blond. With more of Cloud's memories being freshly restored, it meant a more vivid recollection of what happened in Nibelheim. The weight of the Buster Sword on his back feels different these days, too... Heavier, yet he could still swing it just as easily as before. But seeing the little gang following Edelgard, he can question his compulsion to want to look out for her after the fact.

With what he's experienced in this world, there's worse or more awkward things to feel compelled to do. ]

Eh, yes and no. [ He gestures idly with an open palm at his side, as if he were weighing how good or bad things were. ] When I got here, only one person came from the same time as me. Everyone else is either from the past or...off somewhere else.

[ He can't even tell if where the Turks come from, if they'd be the same by the time his own journey was finished. ]

Kind of a shellshock having your enemies acting chummy.